"Cas. What is that?" Dean demanded, staring at the black and white ball of fur in Castiel's arms with a mix of confusion and growing dislike. He'd asked for the angel to come visit for sex not so that he could end up cock blocked by a tiny fuzzy rodent.
"It's a kitten, Dean," was the reply he got, the patronizing 'duh' audible enough even for the hunter's ears to pick up.
A groan and Dean threw his jacket down, folding his arms over his chest. It'd been a long week, Sam was being bitchier than usual, there was that whole stopping Eve thing to deal with and he wanted sex from his angelic lover. Which, it was starting to become clear, wasn't about to happen.
"No shit, Cas-" he stopped himself and took a deep breath, trying to calm the growing frustration in his chest. "Where... Where did you find it?"
The ghost of a smile crossed his face and Castiel moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, a finger gently rubbing under the kitten's chin. The tiny animal began to purr with startling volume for something so small, rubbing its face against the angel's hand, much to his delight.
"He was outside when I touched down. He was crying, Dean, and it's cold. I couldn't just leave him," Cas explained, a certain fondness in his voice usually reserved for the moments following sex with Dean. The human could feel a rumbling dislike growing in his chest for the cat that he faintly acknowledged to be a healthy dose of jealousy, leaning in to pluck the bedraggled thing from his lover's grasp.
"Cats and dogs live on the streets all over the world, Cas. You can't help them all," he sighed, holding it up to get a better look.
Tiny eyes slitted open to blink at Dean, exposing the impossibly brilliant blue eyes framed by black fur that was sticking up in all directions. A pitiful meow came from the kitten and Dean couldn't help but sigh again, holding it back out for the angel to take.
"You can't take care of him, Cas. How are you going to feed him and care for him when you're in Heaven all the time or on a hunt with us? It's not going in the Impala and I'm not taking care of it while you're away. It's too much to care for him, he's better off on the streets."
Christ, he felt like a parent. This was way too similar to that time Ben had come home with an injured chipmunk in a shoe box. It took an entire hour for he and Lisa to explain to him why he couldn't keep it.
Castiel's expression soured and he stood, eyebrows knitting and mouth screwing in a frown.
"What if you decide I'm too much to care for? Will you abandon me?" he demanded, his shoulders drawing up in what Dean knew was his defensive stance. He'd been making it a lot lately, especially with Dean's summons for sex becoming more frequent.
"Cas, that's not even.. That's different!" the hunter protested, quickly trying to backpedal but it seemed the other man was only getting started.
"How many times have you left me standing when I needed you? But I always answer your calls, I always come when you ask! How long before you get bored or decide it's too much work for a quick fuck and abandon me out in the rain, too?"
Castiel was worked up, now, more than he'd ever been since the time he'd beaten Dean to hell in that alleyway. But this was a whole new level entirely, leaving the human standing there in shock when the cuss word fell from his lover's lips.
He sighed and moved forward to sit beside him on the bed, gathering him in his arms and pulling him close, kitten and all. The thing mewled between their chests at the sudden darkness but Dean didn't care, focusing on the upset angel for the moment.
He drew back and gently cupped Cas' cheek, stroking it in an attempt to soothe him.
"I'm sorry, Cas, I.. It's just been a hard week and Sam's just off and.. I'm sorry, that's no excuse for how I've been treating you."
Dean smiled faintly and leaned in to brush his lips against his angel's, letting his fingers slide up into jet black hair. "I'm sorry. Just.. next time tell me when I'm being a dick before you get yourself all wound up and upset like this. I can't be better if I don't know I'm doing something wrong."
The angel had a faint flush to his cheeks by now, apparently embarrassed about his sudden outburst. He grunts at Dean's words, though, and nods. "Thank you. That's.. all I ask."
The hunter nodded back and looked down between them, at the mess of black fur and blue blue eyes in Castiel's palm. He brought a hand up and gently rubbed between the kitten's ears, surprised when it began to purr and swiped a sandpapery tongue against his callused thumb.
His gaze flickered back up to the angel's and he'd swear he saw the faintest hint of smugness in that expression. With a heaved sigh he stood, his arms held out in a 'what can you do?' fashion.
"Fine. Fine. You can keep him. But, you're taking care of him, you're responsible for feeding him and making sure he shits outside and he will not be digging those claws into the upholstery of my baby. You got that?"
He turned to glare at Castiel, arms folding across his chest once more. He was resolute on this; absolutely no one wrecked his pride and joy.
His arms, and his jaw, dropped though at the smile that spread over his angel's face. He'd never seen Cas smile quite that big, even after sex or when Dean had his occasional bout of romanticism and got him a gift or dinner somewhere that wasn't fast food. He was genuinely happy that Dean was letting him keep the kitten, like it was some prize jewel or something.
He was still in shock when the angel stood and stole a kiss from him, sweeping by with the kitten perched quite contently on his shoulder, claws dug into the trench coat to keep himself steady.
"Thank you, Dean. For everything. You truly are a beautiful soul."
He turns to go and Dean finally regains his stunned senses enough to whip around, arm outstretched and stumbling over his words before finally managing to string enough together to make a sentence.
"Wait, Cas. Where are you going? I thought we were.." he trailed off, jerking his head in the direction of the bed.
The angel stared at him for a long moment, a finger coming to pet his new kitten absently. "I would, Dean, but he's hungry and I have to feed him. You said yourself he's my responsibility," he pointed out, moving towards the door once more. "I'll be back later!"
And with a slam of the hotel door he was gone.
Dean groaned and flopped backwards on the bed, an arm over his shoulders and a hand heading south to do the deed himself for what he felt would not be the last time.
That kitten was going to be the bane of his sex life.